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[labellerose-acheron]

Crossing the Line *** [Saddle Club]

@heart-of-dunbroch

Belle was itching to dive into the research surrounding the first bones. 

She had been jonesing for a good mystery for a while. Didn’t even notice how badly she wanted it until it was plopped in her lap and she was eager to get her hands on it. Things were...evening out in other aspects of her life. She still had the children, her exam at the end of next month, and now...therapy too, on top of all the rest, but--

That only made her more determined. 

It just meant she had to be efficient with her time. She had ordered books from the library that might help as soon as they had decided that would be one of her main research focuses. Now, she had her books piled on the living room coffee table, sitting on her favourite pillow. There were copies that she had had scanned from the archive detailing census records and more difficult to find sources. She had every single book, probably, that had ever been written on Swynlake’s history, all marked with any mention of early deaths and the graveyard especially.

Most of the information was too vague and--

Opal squealed.

Belle did not look up from her book, because she knew that sound. That was not an Opal getting into something sound. It was an Opal playing sound. A quick glance at the spot where Merida had been sitting confirmed she was no longer there and was, most likely, distracted playing with the toddler. 

“Merida!” Belle huffed with a roll of her eyes. “I need your help with this, elsewise it will never get done.” She pointedly lifted her notebook where she was trying to plot a timeline. It was an incomprehensible, scribbled page to anyone but Belle. (She had never been one for study partners, though she did need someone else to help sort through the massive amounts of information.) 

[outfit!]